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From: Guy Category: Art Date: 31 October 2007 Time: 03:00 PM Review: The thing is I think that I can never get past her name, imagining all the things it could indicate about her, some kind of imaginary person. I look at the red hands holding each other, the breasts and I think that perhaps she should have used her name as her art, instead of making all these spiders and cells, it could have been great and comic, like the ha ha funny jokes G&G made about Ruinart champagne. French of course, Sophie Calle could have done it, taken her over and made her in to a commodity, though that would not have been funny but dull again. Coming to terms with her name could have worked as some kind of therapy, as this is what she seems to want out of these other creations of hers. The Louise Bourgeios doll, with a brush for her long hair, and an art critic husband doll to match. I think of her spiders, and their eggs, and think of badly made wind up toys, leave the exhibition feeling under whelmed with the sound of her Great name resonating in my empty brain.